The moisture of summer
It sticks to my hair.
The wet dew on the grass
Against the feet I wear bear
The hot summer sun
Warm on my skin
Laughing children run
In circles, again and again.
With these shades on my face
I make a good case,
Of a kid who’s lost in the summer.
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